Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, read more
Art is the child of Nature; yes, her darling child, in whom we trace the features of the mother's face, her aspect and her attitude.
He the sweetest of all singers.
He the sweetest of all singers.
Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all read more
Build me straight. O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel
That shall laugh at all disaster,
And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are.
And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
And the hooded clouds, like friars,
Tell their beads in drops of rain.
